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desperation

Desperation does things to people; makes them do things they wouldn’t normally do.

And trust me, they pay. Repercussions of those actions have this alarming tendency to bite you on the rump, real quick.

In other news, my phone cannot handle the number of SMS-es the yuletide season’s bringing. Wah, people actually like me leh. Or at least tolerate me.

Induced by said-messages, I decided to wish various people greetings as well; The actual message writing was easy (as you’d be able to tell by its sheer idiocy), but selecting the people it was to go out to? Toughie.

I ended up picking people whom have made an impact on my life. For many, it was the first time in forever I was contacting them, but the impression they made upon me is still remarkable.

On that note, I decided to bury the hatchet ; when better than a festive season to start friendships anew, eh?

Then I received a call from him. When I saw his name on the cell, I panicked. And was confused. And was hopeful.

And got rather offended by the “Er, who is this ah?” once I picked up. And the snubbing.

Snubbing by him. And snubbing by me. Not necessarily in that orders. Frosty snippiness abound from me. Homophobic uncertainty from him (or sheer dumb idiocy; same difference).

Meh.

One last thing. Jadis’ fighting style, especially after she loses her wand, is teh sex. And so are the lines “It’s a beaver. It shouldn’t be saying anything at all!”

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